Wisdom Teeth. From. Hell

I just got my wisdom teeth out. And I will never do it again.

You're probably saying, "Well at least you won't have to...", but that's not true. I have two more.

I've literally spent more time at the dentist this Summer, than I have in my whole life combined. Here's why:

I originally went to get a cavity or two changed from a silver filling to a tooth colored filling. (Which are really cool, because you can't even see them. Thank you Kristi Teshima for showing me the light.) I had to make 2 or 3 visits for those because of insurance coverage issues, but once that was all said and done, I thought "Hmm.. I haven't had my wisdom teeth out yet, so let's take a gander at that." So we did.

Findings were that I have four wisdom teeth, the two on the bottom needed to be taken out ASAP, and the two on the top can wait a while. So I went ahead and scheduled that appointment. The dentist I had been seeing made it seem like it was a piece of cake, they could do it in the office, just with numbing shots and I'd be good to go. Supposedly my wisdom teeth were the easiest they'd seen; triangular, straight roots. Because I have a full time job, I was limited on my options to make an appointment. I ended up making it on Friday, which caused another appointment or two because they normal dentist doesn't work on Fridays, so the other guy who did wanted to check it out.

I went in to see him, and he talked to me about the procedure, said it would be fairly easy, but recommended that I go to an oral surgeon. His exact words were, "If you were my sister, I'd tell you to go to the surgeon." But me, being the penny pincher that I am, decided I'd be fine, I'd just do it at the normal office, save the money, and I'll be fine. So we set up the appointment.

For the next 3-4 weeks, I heard HORROR stories all over the place about getting wisdom teeth out. Seriously, it was like God was like "WAKE UP. It won't be easy. Go to the surgeon." Psh.

So I went to my appointment, terrified. They gave me two shots on each side and my entire body started shaking. I was scared as heck. I'm kind of a wuss when it comes to pain and I had no idea what to expect. I asked if I could put my earphones in and listen to music during the process to take my mind off of what was going on and I did. I listened to a mix that Jaymeson made for me and it kind of helped at first. Then it got hard. They made the incisions, got the teeth loose, and then realized that they roots were going backwards instead of downwards. Doesn't seem like that big of a deal, does it? But apparently, they didn't have the tools to get the teeth out that way. So I ended up with a few more incisions, lots of pain and wiggling, and then finally after an hour or so later.. a stomach full of blood and 3 stitches on each side of my mouth.

I was fine at first. Jessie came and picked me up from the dentist, and took me to Walgreens to get my prescription of Lortab filled, a few redboxes for the weekend, and some soup.

Then she took me home. And I was all alone. I was fine with that at first cuz I was still pretty numbed up, but then the numbing wore off, and the Lortab kicked in on my empty stomach, and I was alone, and in pain, and very emotional. Jaymeson was working late, my roommates were out of town, my family was in Texas, and I was alone.

I eventually got up to switch the gauze and rinse out my mouth, and I immediately got nauseous. It was retarded. I couldn't do anything, I wanted to die. (It seems dramatic, but I promise, it was that bad.) I eventually called Jessie, bawling my eyes out, who came to my rescue like she always does. She watched a movie with me and let me lay in her lap, while she played with my hair until I fell asleep.

Next thing I knew, a handsome man was standing at my feet. I had fallen asleep for an hour or two, Jessie had left, and Jaymeson had finally gotten off work. He helped me gather my things and got me into the car so he could take me to his house so I wouldn't have to be alone for the weekend.

We didn't get very far until I got very nauseous and ended up having to pull over at Big 5, a random gas station, and two or three locations on the side of I-15 so I could throw up... blood. Gross huh? And to make matters worse, there was ridiculous traffic (stopped at midnight at the point of the mountain) for an hour. A 20 minute drive, took us about an hour and a half.

We finally got to Jaymesons, and I fell asleep pretty quickly. The next few days weren't so bad. I had a few visitors, ate lots of soup and pudding, and watched a lot of movies. The healing was slow, but normal for a few days.

And THEN... something crazy happened. All of the sudden, (two weeks later) the right side of my face started swelling, and hardening, and I could hardly open my mouth. After a few days, I went to the dentist and was informed I had an infection. Great. My brother got an infection from his wisdom teeth and he had to have a painful surgery to remove it, and I was scared. I looked like a freak, but I had to go to work like normal and deal with it.

I went to the dentist and was given antibiotics. The swelling and pain got worse of course, before it got better. But here I am, over three weeks later, FINALLY almost completely healed from the worst wisdom teeth experience ever. I woke up this morning with a jaw line, and it was great. I missed my face.

On the bright side though, I have a new best friend; my dentist. His receptionist even told me she loved me today.

So, never get your wisdom teeth out. But if you must, go to an oral surgeon, and DEMAND antibiotic rinses and pills to take home with you.

Day 28 - A picture of something you're afraid of

I'm afraid of everything. No joke.

So... we'll do a little montage. Well, the opposite of a montage actually.

Spiders

I honestly don't know where this one came from. But lately, like the last 4-5 months, I've noticed it. Jaymeson and I have found countless spiders in that dirty, old, condo he was living in. One time, I was at the condo waiting for him to get off work, and of course it took longer than expected, and I spotted a spider from across the room. It was HUGE, and black, and had white spots on it's butt. Of course, I freaked out and called him and told him to hurry home. He then preceded to freak me out by telling me not to go anywhere near a spider that looked like that. So. I stood. In the middle of his living room for at least an hour, staring down the spider and watching it's every move until Jaymeson came home. Once he got there, he took one look at it, grabbed a glass from the kitchen and claimed that he could see the babies in the spider's stomach and felt bad, so he took it outside and let it go. I would have preferred he just killed it, but don't tell him I said that.

Lizards

This is slightly random. I remember the day this fear developed. I was 14 years old, and we had just moved into our home in Kingwood. For those of you who know anything about Texas, particularly near the coast... there are MILLIONS of lizards. It's ridiculous. So we were moving all of our furniture into the house, and my sister and I were working on the entertainment center in the downstairs living room. For some reason, I looked behind it and noticed that there was a lizard just hanging out back there. I wanted to get it out. So I used the cords that were back there to try to scare it out. Apparently I hit the lizard with the cord because next thing I knew, the lizard had ran away and its TAIL was still there... WIGGLING. I had no idea!! It was disgusting! And from that moment on, I have been scared of lizards. I can't even tell you how many times I found lizards in my room, in the shower with me, in my car, everywhere! And they change colors too. Sneaky little buggers. 

These next 3 kind of all fall under the same category: The Unknown.

First, we have Dark Water

I will not go in any water that I cannot see through. There's no freaking way I'm going swimming in a lake where I have no idea what is swimming around me and touching me. Not to mention, that I DEFINITELY won't touch the ground in anything other the clear water without my booties on. I can't handle it.




Next, we have Windows. At night.

Windows freak me out. I'll spare you the same fear of windows by not telling you the story that started this... but I want you to just imagine a cold, rainy night, walking up to the window to look outside, pressing your face and hands up against the glass (because that's the only way to see out of windows at night), and just as your face hits that glass, you meet eyes with a strange man on the other side of the window who has his face pressed up against the window trying to look inside. Yikes.


And last, but definitely not least... Masks....

FREAK ME OUT. I absolutely love haunted houses and scary movies and the thrill of being scared, but I cannot stand masks. I hate not knowing who's on the other side. I'll leave it at that.










On a more serious note... not being able to get pregnant.

 I don't really know why, but I have always had this fear that I wouldn't be able to have children of my own. I have pretty strange periods, and have had problems with ovarian cysts in the past, and it would be just my luck to not be able to have children of my own. All I want is just to hold my babies and to watch them grow and see what they'll look like. I can only imagine how it would feel to love your own child. Luckily, if this is the case for me, I am already ready and excited to adopt children. In fact, I plan on adopting children anyways after I'm done having my own. So maybe it won't be so bad. I just know that I get the best feeling ever when I think about my children looking down on me in Heaven, just waiting for me to be ready for them to join me on Earth. I can't wait! :)

Up next! Day 29 - A picture that can always make you smile

Day 22 - A picture of something you wish you were better at.

There are a few things I can think of.

One.

Cooking. I just wish I could cook. I could make my own meals, not have to go out for lunch at work, save lots of money, have parties. Ah, it would be amazing. My mom is an awesome cook. And my sisters are pretty good too. How did I miss that?!

Two.

Working out. I wish I had the desire to get up off my butt and get to the gym, for anything other than tanning. My roommates, and my boyfriend, are all really good at going to the gym. I should follow in their example. But then there's the whole idea of what the heck do I even do at the gym? Ugh.

Three.

Public Speaking.

I do not like the lime light. I admire people who can just stand up in the center of a crowd and say whatever they want without feeling and/or looking like an idiot. I guess that's why I love to write?

Day 23 - A picture of your favorite book.

Well hello!

Well, I've been wanting to start my own blog for a while, but never did because I didn't know what I'd write about. I keep a pretty consistent journal that I mostly fill with things I've learned about myself, and about the world. So I think that's where I'll start :)

One of my best friends, Stephanie, is doing a 30 Day Facebook Challenge on her blog that I like to read. So let's start there :)

Day 1: A picture of yourself and 10 facts:

1. I love the color yellow. Seriously, I would have everything yellow if it was allowed. It's different, and cute, and happy, and that's why I like it!

2. I've had a full time job since I was 15 years old. I started out sacking groceries at Kroger, then worked my way up in the employment food chain. I worked at Fuddruckers cashiering and prepping food, Head Cashiering at Forever 21, Rec Sports Manager for BYUI, then Events Coordinator for BYUI, Office Secretary for a security company, and now I'm a Hearing Manager for a Disability Law Firm. Big time upgrade. Geez, that sounds like a lot of jobs to have in 7 years.

3. I clean when I'm nervous, mad, sad, upset, stressed, anything. I LOVE being clean and living in a clean house, and cleaning definitely helps to relieve my stress. Except laundry. I HATE laundry.

4. Cooking stresses me out. I hardly ever cook. I don't really know how to explain what the thought of cooking a meal does to me. It seems so difficult to me to be able to have everything you need in your house to make a complete meal, and then knowing what to cook!? Putting things together to make a meal!? Oh man.. I can't even think about it.

5. I'm a list maker and a planner. I always have to-do lists, and I use planners like nobodys business. If I don't, chances are I'm going to forget it.

6. Speaking of forgetting. Did I ever tell you that I have the worst memory on the planet? I'm actually starting to worry about it. No joke.

7. I've never been anywhere. Not entirely true, but close. I've lived my whole life in Texas until I was 19 years old, with an exception of 4 years where my family was in Oklahoma. I moved to Rexburg when I was 19 for a year, and I've been in Utah since (2 years). I've been to California twice for a few days, and Washington DC once for a few days. But that's it. Man, I need to get out!

8. I always eat from the outside, in. Essentially, I eat in a circle. For example, if I'm eating a sandwich, I will start at the crust, and finish in the middle. Save the best for last, right?

9. I always put the shopping carts in their bins after I'm done unloading my groceries.

10. I have a weakness for chocolate chip cookies, and for milk. I'm currently off milk though. Don't ask, it's caused lots of controversy.


What's to come next? Day 2: A picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest.